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Charlie May 2014
Sometimes
I read all your texts
I saved from long ago,
and ask myself what
went wrong.

And why I kept them...
Hannah Anderson May 2014
I think I love too easily.

I find it so simple to pick out the best traits in somebody.
I like to know what makes people tick and what makes their pupils dilate. I can fall in love with the way they talk about
their favorite shades of color
and the way they pick out groceries.


I am interested in the way people take their coffee
and if they prefer tea better.
and why
herbal
caffeinated

I find myself loving people for their laughter
and the crinkles beneath their eyes when they smile.
And I think it’s so cute whenever they suppress their grins
when they think of something funny or memorable.
I love the way people talk about life
and what’s on their mind;
it’s nice to know that there is more
more to discuss than the sounds on mattresses
and the type of plant they inhale.
You are beautiful.
I love the way people spill their hearts out when they’re happy
or when they’re sad.

Sometimes, when they don’t let me love them,
it makes me want to love them even more.

And even when they don’t love me back, I still continue to love.
Chris Renninger May 2014
Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night.
Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night. Dark, and alone.
Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night just to sit up and stare at the wall for a bit
Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night, turn on the tv and flip through channels
Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night, turn the tv off and just think
sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night and think about my friends that say they love me.
Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night and think about my friends and how I don’t think they truly care.
Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night and think and cry and think and sob in an endless cycle.
Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night and think about how I can put a smile on my face for my friends.
Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night and think about the smile that’s missing from my heart.
Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night and realize I haven’t gotten better.
Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night and ask why God decided to put me here.
Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night and think of how I can get out.
Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night and cry and cry and cry.
Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night and think that if I was man enough I would end it all.
Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night and think about how much I want out.
Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night and I can’t go back to sleep.
Sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night and go back to sleep.
Sometimes I still wake up in the morning and wait in horror for the vicious cycle to repeat and the sorrow to return.
Sometimes I wish I didn’t wake up…..at all.
xoK May 2014
sometimes
there are rocks in my hands
and only tight clenched fists
can keep them from smashing
the mirror world below
into delicate shards of broken promises.
i long to float among the clouds -
one with the stratosphere -
but the rocks weigh me down
so that i cannot touch them.
reaching
but never reached.

people in glass houses
aren't supposed to throw stones.
so i am sure to keep locked
my loaded palms
hiding in plain sight.

only your lips
with homemade ice-cream touches
can coerce my stagnant fingers
to melt back into warm flesh.
skin bones knuckles joints.
i release the stones over a waterfall cliff -
rushing rolling rambling -
and they ripple in the water
and sink to the soil of the riverbed
making a home for fragile fish
in search of shelter.
LDR life.
DarkDepriment May 2014
Let me kiss you
I know your heart hurts ~
Sometimes kisses do more than numb your pain.
Daylight 4U2C May 2014
People diein' on the streets.
****** puddles at our feets.

But we could be a family.
We could be a whole.
We could be together.
But no one could be cold.

If we could live on an island,
no hate,
no guns,
no war.
We'd look back and wonder,
what was it all for?

People diein' on the streets.
****** puddles at our feets.

Gangs,
tempts,
nudes,
exempts.

We sit at desk,
eating or eaten.
we laughed at or laughing.
beating or bleedin'.

We know the truth, but call it cruel.
The cruel one is we, the blind fool.

People diein' on the streets
****** puddles at our feets.

Who shot the most guns?
Who then killed them all?
Who didn't mind a casualty?
Who could be responsible?

"Not me!" we cry,
"I'm a good soul."
But even if we declined,
can I be told where they go?
No one WANTS to die. For someone to do it, there will be an opponent. A THREAT.    That's what this poem is about.
Erin Hankemeier Apr 2014
Sometimes I Just Cry
I Have To Let It Out
This 10W just came to me when I was sitting in school during a stressful day. I did not cry, but "I Have To Let It Out".
it's ok Apr 2014
you're the perfect beat in the song
together, you're knotted with a perfect memory
you're a could have, should have,
you're a wish and a dream
and to trace my fingertips across your skin
feels like heaven and bliss running through me
head to toe, and sometimes at a breaking point
but I'm not even sure if my words mean anything
because we can spend all night, all day, all year
talking. laughing. fighting.
we can spend forever in ecstasy, thinking it'll never end
I will still have my doubts
because you're a couldn't have, shouldn't have
just a wish and another goodbye
Lunar Mar 2014
sometimes, i'm on the verge of
forgetting you.
and sometimes, i find myself
deep in thought
unconsciously thinking of you.
Oktoberbarn Feb 2014
.
Sometimes
I wish
That you didn't exist

- sznb
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